Chapter 7
~*Janvi's POV*~
I sat in the not so comfortable bed staring at the white wall for what seemed like eternity while waiting for the nurse to grab the doctor. My nostrils carried in the smell of heavy disinfectant spray and rubbing alcohol. The clock on the far side of the large window ticked annoyingly only making my patience slowly disintegrate along with my hope.
It's funny how when the nurse says "It'll just be a moment when the doctor should be in," yet it takes forever for him to actually come in. Yes, I know there are plenty of other patients here. Some with better conditions than me and even some that are worse off.
"Don't worry yourself." Niall spoke up then, sensing my clear sadness as I rubbed my hands together nervously. My eyes flitting to one surface after the next.
How can I not worry!? I'm sitting here waiting for the doctor to come in and tell me that I'll never speak again! Why did this have to happen to me of all people. Haven't I suffered enough these days... Or years really.
Sure, that does sound pretty selfish and all, but honestly, it could just be so agitating sometimes.
"Where did Haz take Louis and Liam?" Zayn spoke suddenly. His face showed the look that a deer caught in headlights might express. His mouth was pulled tight across his jaw and his forehead showed several creases in worry.
"I'm not sure, but he did seem pretty urgent. I don't think he's too happy with how they've been acting lately." Niall replied looking towards the ground. "They haven't exactly been getting along quite well."
Not getting along well? Yeah, like in the hall a while back when I heard them practically screaming their heads off at each other. Why were they fighting? Could I have something to do with it? Maybe they are trying to figure out who will have to take care of me after all of this is over. Playing hot potato with me as they all juggled me from their hands to the next person's in line.
No, they woukdn't do that. I could never see these five guys, the one's that saved my life more times than you'd think act that way. The same five guys that gave me hope when all I was running from was hell. I couldn't thank them enough, well, I couldn't thank them at all now.
"Oh." Was all the "bad boy" mumbled back to his mate. Then did I notice that the once perfectly gelled and combed hair of this vain boy was disheveled and not at all how he had ever worn it as I remembered. There were deep bags under his eyes where purple creases were beginning to set in the baggy skin. It was as though his under eyes were stretched thin until they just stayed in a shriveled mess.
Looking up at me, Zayn noticed my curious stare. His brown, tired eyes looking back at me.
"I'm fine." He then spoke with a small forced smile. Reading the look off of my face as if I had just spoken the words to him. "Just a bit knackered is all, babe."
Just a bit? Yeah, sure! If just a bit means "I look as though I could pass out at any second."
Did I cause this to happen? For a once perfectionist in the looks department to become so withered and horribly tired?
I slowly turned my head a bit to study Niall. The happy go lucky Irish lad that I had once played ring and the rosy with just a couple months ago was now completely horrid looking. His eyes were a bit bloodshot and his lips were highly chapped and red. He must've rolled out of bed and thrown on a pair of sweats and an overly large sweatshirt before running out the door. Which was nothing like I had ever seen him before.
He looked towards me suddenly. His reddish blue eyes meeting mine in sleepiness. How could this possibly happen?
As though to comfort me, his chapped lips formed a tiny smile as his forehead crinkled.
"It'll be okay, love." Was all he said before picking p the book that lay net to me on the bed side table. "Which one is this?"
Quickly though he corrected himself, remembering that I wasn't exactly able to tell him. Well, I'm actually not so sure myself. I had woken and it was just sitting there. It couldn't have been mine, I had just woken up a little while ago and wasn't really in the best shape to be reading a novel.
"It looks good." His accented words spoke quickly before is hands dropped the book back onto the table.
It did look good actually. Not a book I'd find myself reading, but the cover was brilliantly made up. There were colors reaching in all different directions, shading into and out of the color that it had just crossed before extending it's branches into another completely different shade. Right smack dab in the middle of all of the twists and turns were the words, "Never Loose Hope," written in black.
Never Loose Hope. Never Loose Hope.
Those words rang in my ears. The three letters imprinted into my brain.
Never Loose Hope.
No, I never will ever loose hope.
(A/N)
Oooooooookay! :) Long time no see, huh?! :O
Yup it has been quite a long time!!! Nearly... just under a month >.< Yeeeah...that's really bad isn't it -.-
And this just so happens to be legit the shortest chapter... yeah... you guys can hate me x_X
This was a pretty horrid chapter as well, but I'll try to incorporate some sort of big surprising thing in the next chapter to make up for this
I know I've said this many many times, but I am going to try to update sooner if not than whenever I'm available :P
There are some mistakes and I wish I could fix them, but my editor on here isn't working for some reason so I will fix them as soon as I have the chance :)
This chapter is dedicated to @timetosmilex for being an amazing person in general :) Love you, hun
I love you all xx
~Chloe Sophia ♥
